A Lonely Blossom
In the freezing winter, trees are about to break,
But a single root, warmed, turns back awake.In the snow-filled village
deep,
Last night, a single blossom took a leap.
Its fragrance carried by the wind so cold,
Caught the eye of birds in white and bold.
Next year, as if following a poet's script,
It will bloom first on the terrace, in full eclipse. |